From the depths of the seabed
To the tips of the mountains
From behind the playful clouds
To the heights of the skylines
We read the hidden storylines
From the innocence of a blooming bud
To the wisdom of a flower
From the strength of plant roots
To the courage of fallen leaves
We capture the nature’s beauty
From the drops of sprouting rain
To the painted rainbows in the clear blue skies
From the kisses of soft snowflakes
To the smiles of crimson sunshine
We watch the time moving
From the summer beach splashes
To the icicles of white Christmas
From the vibrant paints of spring blooms
To the changes of autumn walks
We feel the tickles of seasons
From the laughter of joyful tears
To the rivers of sorrows
From the fertile lands of love
To the barren lands of heartbreaks
We learn to love all over again
From the playful childhood purity
To the tainted souls of maturity
From the innocence of dreams
To the concrete jungle of reality
We often forget to stop and smell the flowers
From the chapters of yesterday
To the words we write today
From the dusty antique books
To the new pages of tomorrow
We write tales from the two cities of heart and mind
From the band of friends
To the tunes of friendship
From the bunch of families
To the songs of gatherings
We all seek more than we are willing to give
From the albums of memories
To the Kodak moments yet to come
From the times remembered
To the paths yet to be walked
We drive by without enjoying the ride
From station to station we hop on trains
With the hope to find our destination
Journey from our heart to our minds
We often make struggling between
The amusement parks of mind games
And the pastures of heartfelt emotions
From the marathons we run everyday
With the hope of winning trophies on the mantle
We sweat striving to touch the skies of success
We take flights to pluck the sparkling stars of happiness
Often we forget the seat next to us is empty
In the race of life we win only to lose at the end
We are the writers of our lifetime story
We write the chapters bounded in memories
We read skipping so many pages of messages
And often we tune away from listening
To the words that give meaning to our songs
From the first fresh breath we take
To the last sip of our life we drink
From the cup of our life we spill the milk
Wasting the flavors of our lifetime
In the hurry of catching up with ticking time
…Only if we could learn to walk with time
Instead of fighting make peace with ourselves
We will master the game of life
At the end only to win…
..its the game of life…play it to win...
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